Mr. Guppy lias been lolling out of window all tlie morning, after trying all the stools in succession and finding none of them easy, and after several times putting his head into the iron safe with a notion of cooling it. Mr. Smallweed has been twice dispatched for effervescent drinks, and has twice mixed them in the two official tumblers and stirred them up with the ruler. Mr. Gruppy propounds, for Mr. Smallweed's consideration, the paradox that the more you drink the thirstier you are ; and reclines his head upon the window-sill in a state of hopeless languor. Wliile thus looking out into the shade of Old Scjuare, Lincoln's Inn, surveying the intoleraljle bricks and mortar, Mr. Guppy becomes con- scious of a manly whisker emerging from the cloistered walk below, and turning itself up in the direction of his face. At the same time, a low whistle is wafted through the Inn, and a suppressed voice cries,
- 'Hip! Gup-py!"
" Why, you don't mean it ? " says Mr. Guppy, aroused. " Small ! Here's Jobling ! " Small's head looks out of window too, and nods to Jobling. " Where have you sprung up from ? " enquires Mr. Guppy. " From the market-gardens down by Deptford. I can't stand it any longer. I must enlist. I say ! I wish you'd lend me half-a-croTTi. Upon my soul I'm hungry." Jobling looks hungry, and also has the appearance of having run to seed in the market -gardens down by Deptford. " I say ! Just throw out half-a- crown, if you have got one to spare. I want to get some dinner." " Will you come and dine with me ? " says Mr. Guppy, throwing out the coin, v»^hich ]Ir. Jobling catches neatly. " How long should I have to hold out ? " says Jobling. " Not half an hour. I am only waiting here, tiU the enemy goes," returns Mr. Guppy, butting inward with his head. " Wliat enemy ? " " A new one. Going to be articled. Will you wait ? '*
- ' Can you give a fellow anything to read in the meantime ? " says
Mr. Jobling. Small weed suggests the Law List. But Mr. Jobling declares, with much earnestness, that he " can't stand it." " You shall have the paper," says Mr. Guppy. " He shall bring it do^^l. But you had better not be seen about here. Sit on oui* staircase and read. It's a Cj[uiet place." Jobling nods intelligence and acquiescence. The sagacious Smallweed supplies him Avith the newspaper, and occasionally drops his eye upon him from the landing as a precaution against his becoming disgusted Avith waiting, and making an untimely departure. At last the enemy retreats, and tlien Smallweed fetches Mr. Jobling up. " WeU, and liow are you? " says Mr. Guppy, shaking hands with him. " So, so. liow are you? " Mr. Guppy replying that he is not much to boast of, Mr. Jobling ventures on the cpiestion, "How is sJieV This Mr. Guppy resents as a liberty; retorting, " Jobling, there are chords in the human mind — " Jobling begs pardon.
